When Prodigy Classic was still open, I had a woman that I often spoke to on the Psychics Bulletin Board who analyzed my dreams for her. I could sure use her now.
You see, this summer, my mother and I have had the same dream many different times. Each dream varies from the others but the overall idea of it is the same. I get pregnant and I have twins. In each dream, the father of the children is the same. In each dream, I end up in a very congenial relationship/friendship with the father, though we are not dating and, at the time of the pregnancy, we were not dating. It's getting to be pretty unnerving.
What brings this on? Well, I had the dream last night. Again.
The dream begins around October/November - which is, in reality - the perfect time to make it real. I've never been one to just hop into bed with a person so that gives me anywhere from six to ten weeks to convince the guy to sleep with me (lol). Of course, it begins with us having sex, but that was over pretty quick. Afterwards, I ran into Christine's room and curled on her bed, giggling about it, while she laughed at me. The next day, at dinnertime, we told Wendy together and she shrieked and gave me hugs. That's all I told and we made the guys crazy when, during dinner, we kept giggling and making comments but didn't explain any of them.
I was too nervous to tell Lindsay - I didn't want her to know that I wasn't a virgin with her any longer. A week afterwards, I finally gave in and told Ashley, and she, as Wendy, shrieked and started asking me how it was. And that was it. No one else was told.
Then, right before Christmas, I found out I was pregnant. Feeling both thrilled, scared, anxious, and everything else under the sun, I ended up calling my friend, Malinda, and seeking advice. Then I told Lindsay, who told me I should've told her that I'd had sex earlier but that she wasn't mad at me and how was I going to go to graduate school and have a baby? I told my friends at school (Rob's eyes got real wide and he asked me if I was going to keep it) and finally, I called the guy over and told him.
At first, he was in shock. As the dream progressed, he started saying that he would help me support it and I was so thrilled that he didn't throw out a marriage proposal or insist that I have an abortion. I think that he suggested it once but I told him that it wasn't an option. "Hallo?" my dream self said. "I slept with you. Sex, that's all. You don't have to be in the rest of my life just because your sperm will be. I'm keeping my baby. MINE."
Anyway, the dream went on. I told my mother that I was pregnant but she didn't believe me. The father of the baby and I didn't talk for awhile, as if ignoring each other could ignore the growth of the child inside of me, and the I began to show. My friends and I still teased each other at school - nothing changed that way - but I stopped going out. I only went to parties on campus, hung out with people on campus, and I never really left the Boston area. Spring Break was spent between Rob and Christine's houses and a hotel room and it was wonderful and peaceful and I got to talk to the baby a lot. (The doctors said that I was due in late July / early August.)
School went back into session. I grew more terrified and more dependent on my child. I would soon graduate from college and I really didn't know what I wanted to do, though I knew what I would do. A semester off - I'd work for my father, back in Houston, while the baby was a newborn - and then I'd start at graduate school. (I don't remember where I decided to go, which is a shame, because that would really help my mindset right now!) Everything seemed okay, except that I had yet to tell my father and grandfather that I was pregnant. In May, at my graduation, they would find out. The terror grew even more real.
And then the doctor gave me the news. "Congratulations, Missy," she said, turning to smile at me. "You're having twins."
Oops.
The father of the baby tried again, this time wanting us to move in together while he went to school and we would raise the baby together. He had a great, logical plan and it sounded perfect until I gave him the news.
"You, me, and our baby, right?" I asked.
"Right," he said.
"Problem," I returned.
"What?" he asked.
"I'm having twins."
That startled him but seemed to make him somewhat happy, too. With the exception of the fact that we were so young, we were both kinda interested in becoming parents. (Me more than him, I think, but that's because it was my dream, not his.)
Anyway, graduation came and my grandfather and father saw me - all six months pregnant me - and flipped out. I woke up in the middle of one of their lectures about responsibility.
Grrrrr.
I wish I knew what it meant. As I said, this is the fifth time this summer that I've dreamed of me getting pregnant this year and all times have included the same guy being the father. My mother has had similar dreams (of me getting pregnant by said guy) at least three times.
